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"Well, yes, Polly; a little, but not uncomfortably. I danced several times last night." Polly pursed her mouth into an O; but her face was turned to the fire, and Dorothea did not see it. "I hope, Miss, you'll tell me about it later on. But Mrs. Morrish is downstairs declaring that no hen will lay an egg in this weather, to have it snowed up the next moment.
I've left my luggage there I've been driving about." "I hope you've enjoyed it." "Very much. I've been to see Mr. Morrish." "Mr. Morrish?" "The musical publisher. I showed him our song. I played it for him, and he's delighted with it. He declares it's just the thing. He has given me fifty pounds. I think he believes in us," Mrs.
Favey, Manager of Lavicount's. "In my extensive intercourse with the people, as missionary, I have never heard of an instance of violence or revenge on the part of the negroes, even where they had been ill-treated during slavery." Rev. Mr. Morrish, Moravian Missionary. "Insurrection or revenge is in no case dreaded, not even by those planters who were most cruel in the time of slavery.
On returning to the hospitable mansion of Mr. Morrish, we had an opportunity of witnessing a custom peculiar to the Moravians. It is called 'speaking. All the members of the church are required to call on the missionary once a month, and particular days are appropriated to it. They come singly or in small companies, and the minister converses with each individual. Mr.
She was rosy, jubilant, natural, she chattered like a happy woman. She said they must do more, ever so much more. Mr. Morrish had practically promised he would take anything that was as good as that. She had kept her cab because she was going to Dover; she couldn't leave the others alone.
Morrish, at Newfield, shows most clearly the past inattention to education. And yet Mr. M. stated that his school was a fair specimen of the intelligence of the negroes generally. One more evidence in point is the acknowledged ignorance of Mr. Thwaites' teachers. After searching through the whole freed population for a dozen suitable teachers of children. Mr.
Morrish accompanied us to a neighboring estate called Frey's, which lies on the road from Newfield to English Harbor. Mr. Hatley, the manager, showed an enthusiastic admiration of the new system. Yet his people had acted their part well. He had been encouraged by their improved industry and efficiency, to bring into cultivation lands that had never before been tilled.
And, by-the-by, you might tell Morrish I shall want the horse again in half-an-hour's time." Dorothea left the room on her errand. As she closed the door Narcissus looked up from his toast. "Hot-bed of fiddlesticks!" said he. "I ah beg your pardon?" Endymion, in the act of seating himself at table, paused to stare. "Hot-bed of fiddlesticks!" repeated Narcissus.
"I heard him let himself in just as I was going upstairs after undressing you. That would be about one, or a quarter past. But he was up again at six, called for Mrs. Morrish to heat his shaving water, and had a cup of coffee in his room. He and Mr. Narcissus have gone out to see the roll called, and get the volunteers and prisoners to clear the streets. Leastways, that's what Mr.
But now no one dare do so; all were afraid of the law, the law would never hurt any body who behaved well; but a master would slash a fellow, let him do his best. Drove out to Newfield, a Moravian station, about eight miles from St. John's. The Rev. Mr. Morrish, the missionary at that station, has under his charge two thousand people.
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